So what if I like you.
So what if I want to be near you.

So what if I slowly go down.
So what if my laughter turns into sobbing.

You're drifting farther and farther, with no way back.
I'm staying behind, shutting my insignificant eyes.

Away.
As my eyes slowly open, the only thing I see is your back,
disappearing into the far, leaving me behind.
There's a lump in my throat...

Even if I can't lay my hands on your heart,
just hugging you would be fine.
Even if I can't expect anything back,
just holding tight is okay.

So what if I stop existing.
So what if my tears slowly drown me away.

You're drifting farther and farther, with no way back.
I'm staying behind, stretching out hands which won't touch at all.

At all.
As my hands slowly spread, the only thing I can't touch is your back,
disappearing into the far, leaving me behind.
There's a tear running down...

Even if I can't bring you to love my self,
just staying here would be fine.
Even if I can't expect anything in return,
just smiling for me is okay.

Slowly.
As my hands slowly sink, the only thing I still see is your back,
disappearing into the far, leaving me behind.
There's something suffocating me...

Since I can't walk on to accept this,
just lying down here would be fine.
Since I can't expect anything in return,
just lying to myself is okay.

Even if I can't bring you to love my self,
just staying here would be fine.
Even if I can't expect anything in return,
just smiling for me is okay.